Dear Tombs, I wrote you but still ain't callin'
I left my mobile, my email, and my home phone at the bottom
I sent 9 letters back in the future, you must not-a got 'em
There probably was a problem with your log burner or somethin'
Sometimes I dribble on the addresses too sloppy when I jot 'em
But anyways, f**k it, what's been up? Man how's your fenton?
My s**tarse's pregnant too, I'm 'bout to be a father.
If I buy a puppy for my daughter, guess what I'm a call her?
I'ma name her Graham
Posted By: Chris Peacock, Mar 25, 20:52:13
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